How a Villain Defies Destiny Chapter 127

“Then what do you mean?”

 

I asked because I genuinely didn’t understand, but Yves frowned even deeper, let out a heavy sigh, and finally spoke.

 

“Ha… Laura, I’ll say it again—you need to get more rest.”

 

It seemed what he was worried about was my physical condition.

 

“Besides, I’m not trash enough to do something so shameless to someone who just woke up.”

 

“I’m perfectly fine right now. And besides, we just kissed…”

 

I tried to prove my current good health by bringing up the fact that we’d kissed earlier and that I’d absorbed divine power without any issues, but Yves cut me off.

 

“Even if you say you’re fine, I’m not comfortable with it. Please don’t make me into trash.”

 

“But you can’t just stay like this forever.”

 

“I’ll handle it myself.”

 

I stubbornly clung to Yves, who resisted by pulling the blanket tightly around himself.

 

“If we leave things like this, only you’ll suffer.”

 

“I’m not suffering at all.”

 

Still, he refused to relent, and in the end, I took a step back.

 

“Fine. I won’t push you.”

 

Of course, I hadn’t given up. I just judged that the more I pressured him, the stronger his resistance would grow, so I decided to change tactics.

 

After all, it was the sun, not the north wind, that stripped the traveler of his clothes.

 

So, to first lower his guard, I subtly shifted the topic.

 

“But Yves, I’m freezing.”

 

“…”

 

On the other hand, he remained silent.

 

I held just a sliver of hope—smaller than a speck of sleep in the eye—that he might boldly pull me into his arms, but the result was as expected.

 

‘Well, this was just part of the buildup anyway.’

 

Knowing full well that someone like him would never take such action, I didn’t even feel disappointed. Instead, I carefully approached Yves, who was wrapped in the blanket like a fortress.

 

“You’ve taken the only blanket, and now I have nothing to cover myself with.”

 

While gently stroking his back, I whined,

 

“Let’s share the blanket. Okay?”

 

“Don’t lie to me.”

 

Yves Leblanc responded with firm refusal.

 

‘No… But what part of that was a lie?’

 

It wasn’t a flat-out rejection—just an ambiguous ‘don’t lie’—so I was still puzzling over his words when he continued.

 

“While you were asleep, I changed the bedding every single time.”

 

His sudden remark left me speechless.

 

‘No wonder the blanket felt so fluffy.’

 

‘Was it really necessary to change it after just a week?’

 

Countless thoughts and counterarguments swirled in my head, making it impossible to decide what to say first.

 

As I struggled for words, Yves went on.

 

“Thanks to that, I also realized the blanket is much larger than the bed.”

 

He was right. The blanket I had been using was spacious enough to wrap around the wide bed with room to spare.

 

“So even if I’m bundled up like this, there’s plenty left for you to cover yourself.”

 

“…”

 

His serious rebuttal left me dumbfounded, but I swallowed a sigh and spoke up.

 

“Yves, could you move the blanket aside? I’d like to see your face while we talk.”
“I’d rather stay like this.”

 

But Yves’ will was firmer than stone.

 

‘This won’t be easy.’

 

Breaking through his tough shell was harder than expected, but I wasn’t giving up.

 

“Ah! Yves, I’ve got a great idea!”

 

“I won’t listen.”

 

He shut me down before I could even explain, but I pressed on undeterred.

 

“It’s a brilliant compromise—a perfect middle ground for both of us!”

 

“I won’t listen.”

 

If he truly disliked it, he could’ve just ignored me. But the fact that he kept responding was oddly endearing. 

 

Smiling, I shared my idea, “How about I undo it with my hands?”

 

“…”

 

This time, the silence continued, but the reaction was subtly different from before.

 

The blanket, which had been pulled taut without a single wrinkle, had loosened ever so slightly.

 

‘Did it work?’

 

Noticing that Yves was hesitating, I seized the opportunity to push further.

 

“How about it? It’s fine, isn’t it?”

 

Then, from beyond the blanket, Yves’ voice reached me faintly.

 

“…What?”

 

“Hmm? Could you say that again?”

 

“What… are you undoing with your hands?”

 

“Well, that would be for Yves’…”

 

I was about to answer reflexively, but a sudden thought made me trail off.

 

‘What if he wasn’t hesitating because he was swayed, but because he didn’t understand what I meant?’

 

If that were the case, Yves’ next reaction would be painfully predictable. He’d probably jump up and vehemently refuse.

 

‘But maybe not.’

 

Though my mind vividly pictured him shaking his head in fierce rejection, another part of me thought it might be okay.

 

We were lovers, and we’d already gone all the way before.

 

If, as Yves said, it wouldn’t strain my body, there was a good chance he’d agree.

 

‘I genuinely believed this was the best compromise to satisfy both of us, which is why I suggested it.’

 

But seeing Yves, as skittish as a herbivore, made it hard to speak up. I worried that if I pushed the wrong way, he might startle and bolt.

 

In the end, I decided to approach it indirectly.

 

“Wouldn’t it be better to experience it firsthand rather than me explaining? It won’t put any strain on my body.”

 

I deliberately touched on what mattered most to him.

 

“I can even swear a divine oath.”

 

“…Really?”

 

Reacting to that, Yves peeked out from under the blanket—just his face. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks were flushed bright red.

I almost burst out laughing, but managed to hold it back.

 

The reason was that if I laughed here, I probably wouldn’t be able to face him until tomorrow morning.

 

“Of course. I can promise you that.”

 

I spoke in a gentle tone to reassure him, “But since we need to be close, would it be alright if I move the blanket aside?”

 

Carefully approaching, I slowly pulled down the blanket wrapped around Yves.

 

“Wait a moment.”

 

He suddenly stopped me.

 

“Don’t tell me… you were talking about masturbation?”

 

I froze on the spot, my mind completely at ease just moments ago, thinking I had succeeded.

 

Even if I hadn’t let my guard down, my terrible poker face would’ve given me away anyway.

 

“I absolutely refuse. I won’t do it!”

 

In any case, this was the most vehement rejection he had shown so far.

 

“Why not? It’s not physically taxing for me, and it’ll take care of your desires—isn’t that the best solution?”

 

“I still don’t want to.”

 

“At least tell me why.”

 

“It’s just…”

 

“So you just don’t like me after all…”

 

“Laura, please, how could I ever dislike you?”

 

Of course, I knew.

 

Just how devoted Yves was once he gave his heart to someone.

 

‘But I still don’t understand.’

 

It wasn’t as if it was physically strenuous for me, so why was he refusing so strongly?

 

When I stared at him, determined to get an answer, he bit his lower lip and eventually pulled the blanket completely over his head.

 

“It’s… because I’m embarrassed.”

 

Then, in a voice even quieter, he mumbled from under the covers:

 

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? We’ve already done everything there is to do.”

 

Though the order of things had been quite messed up.

 

Swallowing unnecessary words, I tried to soothe Yves, “Isn’t this kind of thing normal between lovers?”

 

“…I’d rather go calm myself down and come back.”

 

As if realizing I wouldn’t let him be if we stayed together, Yves got out of bed at lightning speed.

 

As if embarrassed to face me, he covered his entire face with both hands, but the deep crimson flush on his skin couldn’t be completely hidden.

 

“So, Laura, please—just stay here and lie down quietly.”

 

Before I could stop him, he dashed out like the wind.

 

Left alone, I stared blankly at Yves’ now-empty spot, sinking into serious contemplation.

 

‘Should we take things slower?’

 

I knew we were both new to this, but we’d already tried almost every form of casual touch.

 

That’s why I suggested without hesitation.

 

But it seemed Yves needed a little more time.

 

“Still, isn’t it instinct to want to stay close to someone you like?”

 

I pouted and grumbled, but unfortunately, the one who could’ve listened to my complaints had already run off.

 

Shaking off my affectionate resentment toward Yves, I let out a soft sigh and shifted my gaze.

 

Not a single light was on in the room, but the bright moonlight kept it from feeling dark.

 

‘It’s more spacious than I thought.’

 

Glancing around lazily, I slowly climbed off the bed.

 

With nothing to do until Yves returned, I figured I might as well look around the room.